We’re back on the southern side of the mason-dixon. It’s hot again but goddamn, southern hospitality is alive and well. But then again, the north was hospitable as hell in it’s own right. Nobody’s dead or even missing so much as a digit. We may however been a little skinnier. 

Records will hopefully be printed by the west coast and we’ll be all good to go.

P.S. The Wolf Dyke Cometh.

Tour recap: got so drunk that paramedics were a few minutes from dragging my stupid ass to the hospital, we almost flew off the side of a mountain with smoldering brakes, made about a million and a half inappropriate jokes, played some music and met some incredible people. All in all, tour is going well.

We’ve gotten through day 10 and dawn in breaking on day 11. We’re about to be heading into the big apple here soon, so if you’re the neighborhood, stop on by. We’re at the trash bar in Brooklyn tonight. I guarantee a good time.

Lessons learned so far: mountains pop out of nowhere, sternum rubs apparently don’t wake me up, and farts are still funny.

—M.

Recording started today. Things are starting off on the right foot so I’m pretty pleased. Hopefully soon here I can rape your earholes with my sultry smoker’s voice and my badass guitar rig. 

Also: Facebook, myspace, and Twitter, they’re all setup. Check ‘em out. I know you all have accounts with at least one of those services.

Van’s getting shored up and ready to house the 5 of us for the “Behold the Broken Eardrums” Tour. Always fun. TVs getting installed so we don’t kill each other out of boredom and tires are getting replaced so the van doesn’t kill us.

That’s about it for now. Keep watching this for more updates and hopefully some tunes soon.

-Michael.